A gentle, soft yawn sounded, and Titus sits up, scrubbing at his eyes as the wind ruffled the messy brown hair sticking up.He lookjs around, cradling his staff in his arm, and spots a new set of Novice robes, shimmering slightly with enchantment, laying on the nearby dresser.Hopping out of bed, he pads over, and making sure the door was shut, tries them on. Feeling the enchantment take hold, he gasps in surprise."Wow....." He carefully folds his green robes, hugging them close for a sec, then puts them ways, walking out as his new boots shuffle against the floor...

Winding up in front of the lecture hall, the boy adjusts his hood nervously, biting his lip, and considers retreating to the library. But then he hears the lecture.

"I would just like to remind everyone, once again, that Restoration is indeed a valid school of magic. It is absolutely worthy of research, despite many of the notes I've had left in my bed. And my desk. And on occasion, my meals..." He blinks, then enters, sticking close to the door and watching shyly as a lady trainer continues on.